Thursday, July 29, 2010

paint on my hands,
dirt on my feet.

fingers smell like basil,
got a toothpick in my teeth.

beads in my pocket,
sand in my hair.

skin in lightly salted,
shoulders completely bare.

ideas in my head,
a million stories to tell.

if only I knew how to speak,
i'd have the courage to yell.

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